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What do you do when you see someone you want, standing right there, so flawless and beautiful, and you know you can't have them? The same thing Douglas Richardson does when he sees Martin. Nothing. Until of course, something does happen.

Based on a prompt on the meme- From Martin's first day with MJN, he and Douglas have felt instant attraction towards each other. Since Douglas is married and he's not a man who'd cheat on his wife, they don't do anything about it and try to ignore it. However, the pull is so strong that they can't help themselves sometimes, and they end up caressing each other's hands in the flight deck, or having intense cuddles whenever they're forced to share a room during a layover, not to mention the hugs goodbye. But they don't kiss, don't touch any naughty places or do anything overtly sexual.

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Written as a combination for numerous prompts on the meme for Martin wetting the bed.

It was a secret. Something he'd kept well hidden and tucked away tightly in his chest. Until of course Douglas found out. And then it stopped being a secret, and turned into something a little different, but no less shameful.

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Javert shook with anger at their next meeting.

This was in part because Mme. Madeleine's ascension spit in the face of everything Javert had known to be true about women and their place in society—that is, akin to a slave or a prisoner—and in part because Inspector Javert saw in this casual forgiveness of Madeleine's sex a personal slight.

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Javert/Valjean - hatesex that becomes a genuine relationship.

From the prompt: Javert recognises Madeline as Valjean from the moment they meet, but they both know that any accusation would come down to his word against that of a respected businessman. So Javert goes about his duties and waits for Valjean to slip up, while Valjean goes about his life and waits for Javert to denounce him.

Of course it would all be so much easier if they didn't have to see each other every day.

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Post Season Finale Speculation, Hannibal has run away to avoid capture, and Will is trying to hold all the pieces together, but misses him despite himself, and then the phone rings...

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"And the number is unlisted, just some advertiser, he tries to tell himself as his fingers reach for the phone nonetheless, the subconscious part of himself hoping for something he shouldn’t hope for...every time the shrill trill of his phone’s rings cut into the air."

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Arthur glances back at him, over his shoulder, eyes dark and miserable before he steels himself. Galahad thinks he is as much mourning his dreams and bright memories of Rome as he is his lost men. Briefly, Galahad is angry about it, but he does not have the energy to hold it for long.

"You'll join him, you know," Arthur says, and when he turns there is a firm line beneath his chin, tension through his jaw and his profile is so typically Roman and proper that Galahad could laugh. "If you keep forgoing meals and sleep. I've lost enough."

"You've lost one less than you think," Galahad tells him, and Arthur nods, concedes the point, and reaches down to push Tristan's messy hair back from his forehead to check for fever.